Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I am the lute
On which your fingers lay
I beg you
Do not play
Unless we both know the tune…
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on March 24, 2014 by mabhsavage
I am the lute
On which your fingers lay
I beg you
Do not play
Unless we both know the tune…
Mabh Savage
Oh, I love that!
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